Years ago I drove a lot on a certain stretch of interstate and got to know where the likely radar speed traps were. One trip I was in the left lane, going 5-8 mph over the speed limit, a 3-second following distance from the car ahead of me. The middle lane was jammed tight, going just under the limit. A guy in a muscle car came up behind me and did the crawl-up-your-tail-pipe, flash-the-lights bit. I had no way to move over, but he kept it up.
I noticed we were a mile or so from a likely radar trap, and timed my move to the middle lane perfectly. He roared past, middle finger held high. In his rear window was a carved wooden hand that was *also* flipping the bird!
A mile and a half down the highway, there he was, pulled over by the State Patrol. I waved and smiled as I went past.
I noticed we were a mile or so from a likely radar trap, and timed my move to the middle lane perfectly. He roared past, middle finger held high. In his rear window was a carved wooden hand that was *also* flipping the bird!
A mile and a half down the highway, there he was, pulled over by the State Patrol. I waved and smiled as I went past.
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